It'

I never imagined myself lost,
until the day I was at loss,
a little girl in the streets,
the monster my daddy called 'It'

With imagination and very little recreation
i picture,
i picture,
but i have no direction,
and i'm lost without a vector.

Little girl,
little girl,
i'm not alone,
little girl,
little girl,
so far from home.

I run up and down,
my red hood falls from my head,
and It chases me down lanes,
paved roads,
its body the city,
its teeth the corners,
and i barely mark my pace.

 

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